July 27, 2008
Dim lighting cast upon your face
Fire-burning cigarette
Cast by shadows of disgrace
You’re the kid I can’t forget

Your whore unwravels at your side
Sewn together by the forthright lies
Your gaze upon me with those eyes
I wish you not to be alive

You’re the:
Dirt caked under fingernails
Slimy sweat on a hot day
Bread, long after its been stale
Dent on my lonely heart

Puff of smoke clouds around
Reason to cover the shame
Disguise picked up from lost and found
A fraud with an empty name

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